Welcome to my first fanfic! Hope you enjoy it!
"N, you son of a-"
"Just consider it Black, you know you could win."
The green haired pokémon trainer looked up at me with endearing eyes.
"You know puppy-dog-eyes won't work on me."
"Please, Black, just consider it?"
"Explain it to me again."
"It's called the league convergence tournament, and the winner becomes the only pokémon world master. To enter one needs to have at least ten gym badges, and they cannot all be from the same region; they have to have defeated one elite four member from two different regions; they also need a coach that has at one point been a champion, elite four member, or gym leader, even if the entrant is or has been one of those things. And you, Black, can win it all."
"I doubt it," I said, "It sounds like only the best of the best will even be entered."
"Yeah, but you have me as your coach," N gloated.
"I'll consider it, but don't get your hopes up."
"Yes!" N yelled, punching the air. He wasn't usually this excited. He definitely wasn't the mysterious stranger he had been when I had first met him. "I'll send them your application right away!"
"But I haven't-" I said, but he was already gone. I sighed and shook my head.
I thought about how I got to this point, refusing tournament challenges. I was originally from Unova, born in Nuvema town. I travelled throughout Unova, defeating team Plasma, my friend Cheren and N, who had become champion. I was happy being the strongest trainer around, but there was this emptiness. I traveled to Sinnoh and Kalos, stopped Team Galactic and Team Flare in their tracks, and became champion of two more regions. However, Cynthia soon reclaimed her place, and when I popped by Unova I got the nasty surprise of being defeated by Iris, who had far surpassed Drayden. I then went to help Looker in Kalos, stopping Xerosic's plot and befriending Essentia/Emma. Then, Iris called on me to help her with Plasma crisis two. I went undercover with a international police agent named Hugh, who bore a grudge against Plasma because they had stolen his sister's Purrloin. N helped me out of a tight situation during that (Ghetsis was going to kill me) and we've been bros ever since. After that, I gave up battling (near death experiences can drive away passion) and became a breeder for hire. Recently, N came back to me begging me to enter this tournament. I guess I agreed?
I know this chapter is a little short, please bear with me. The next chapter will be much longer and start the preliminaries of the tournament.